I cannot seem to walk past a door
lonely, in the pursuit of time
the wind’s impatient brush with forever
we stood in the hollow
bodies carved from sharpened rock
and painted yellow
the dim-lighted blackened space
You obviously see me
spared the chance of fading out
the rain washes our conscience clean.
seasons: a poetic journey 
I love that line. .. “You obviously see me…”
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Thanks Jay. Im wondering if you have posted… my reader seems not to show everyone’s work that i follow???
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I posted yesterday. I usually post 2 or 3 times a week.
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